7 comments/ 83469 views/ 61 favorites Bobby in the Bar By: aibean Bobby Timble was excited for a change. People said college was a place where you could reinvent yourself, be anyone you wanted to be and Bobby was ready for that challenge. Growing up Bobby was always the nerd. His best friend Nick and him would sit at their lunch table alone; they were never invited to a party, never went to a dance, never kissed a girl. Bobby and Nick were both short and lean lacking the physique and coordination to be good at sports. They were both young and somewhat effeminate looking which did little to help endear them to their peers. But Bobby and Nick had taken advantage of their intellect and were now starting their first year at a prestigious university both believed that now was finally their time to shine. Bobby and Nick had requested to live together in the dorms. Their request had been granted and the two boys would be sharing a triple in a large freshman dormitory. The third roommate was a boy name Jake. He was also on the petite and effeminate side though more toned, and certainly more confident than the two other boys. Bobby was glad that the three of them had quickly become friends. It was only a few days after the year had begun when Jake came rushing into the room to tell Bobby and Nick that he had been invited to a party...by a GIRL. Even better he could bring Bobby and Nick. At first the boys were all excited but then Bobby's nerves began to get the better of him. He had never been to a real party. Certainly there would be alcohol at a college party and he had never had a sip; wouldn't he look like a fool. As he voiced his concerns he was glad to see that Nick and Jake seemed to share them. Still nerves or not how could they not jump on this chance to change their social situation. The next day Jake suggested, "Why don't we got to a bar? Then we could drink and get drunk before the party so we would know what it's like and not seem like total losers at the party." The other boys agreed but being 18 and without a fake ID or any idea where to get one it seemed impossible for them to get into a bar. "Well...I know this might seem kind of weird...see my brother's gay...that's not the weird part...but he's been to this gay bar Lancaster's and says—well you know how girls can get into bars even if their underage because it brings the guys in, well he says this bar is kind of the same way only with 'bottom boys,'" said Jake. "What are bottom boys?" asked Bobby. "Well, technically they're like the ones that get, well fucked, but my brother says this bar tends to cater to men who like their bottom boys young and pretty, kinda like us. So we could get into this bar probably...We wouldn't have to do anything right. A bar's a bar we could just go have drinks, right?" The boys thought about it and it seemed reasonable. "What's the worst thing that could happen a guy hits on us," said Jake kind of laughing. So the boys agreed to head to the bar that night. Jake had a car and drove them to the bar, which was about 20 minutes away from campus and in a pretty isolated part of town. When they arrived at the bar and headed to the entrance a big sign on the front said "Lingerie Night!" "What does that mean," asked Bobby pointing to the sign. Jake shrugged. When they got to the entrance there were two lines one labeled "Tops" and one labeled "Bottoms." There were two large bouncers at the entrance letting people in, checking IDs, and handing out wristbands. Bobby felt extremely nervous, he was sure that someone would realize they were frauds. "They're checking IDs," he whispered to his two friends. "Not everyone's though," said Jake. "We just have to fit in; we'll be fine." The boys approached the entrance and headed to the line marked "Bottoms." Bobby could see what Jake was talking about most of the boys did seem a little older than them but they were definitely physically the same type. He also noted that as each boy got to the front of the line they opened their coats to show the bouncer what they were wearing underneath. Bobby hoped he was dressed okay. He tried to wear what he considered "going-out" clothes but he didn't have anything that was much like that or very fashionable, certainly not clothes he would imagine someone would wear to a gay bar. When they reached the front of the line the three boys approached the bouncer together. He looked them up and down in a very sexual manner that made Bobby uncomfortable. The boys opened their jackets. "It's Lingerie Night tonight boys," the bouncer said pointing to the sign. Bobby tried to think of something to say that would make him appear knowledgeable but all he could do was stare dumbly at the bouncer which seemed to be the same reaction his friends were having. "It's a new thing were trying. So far everyone seems to like it. The bottom boys have to wear lingerie. Trust me it's pretty hot." "We don't have lingerie," said Jake. Bobby was sure that this plan was going to turn out to be a disaster. "Don't worry," said the bouncer leering at the three boys. "Tani will fix you up; my boss would never forgive me if I turned three boys as cute as you away." He led the boys into the hallway that led to the main part of the door and pulled them through another door before they go into the main part of the bar. "This is Tani she'll take care of you," said the bouncer before he left and shut the door behind them. In the room was what appeared to be a girl putting on make-up at a dressing table. She turned around when she was introduced. "Take off your coats boys," she said as she went over to take the coats from the three boys. Her voice was somewhat deep for a girl, but Bobby was too naïve to pick up on the signs that Tani was not a real girl. "Any preferences? Teddies, tap pants, corsets, thongs? Colors, fabric, styles?" none of the boys replied to her. "Well I guess I'll have to use my best judgment. Have any of you dolls worn lingerie before?" The boys all shook their heads no. Bobby felt like running. He didn't know much about lingerie but he knew it was skimpy and feminine. He didn't think he could bear putting it on and walking out into a bar, but his friends were not running and he didn't want to seem the only coward. "You boys are absolutely adorable so whatever I put you in the men will be waiting in line to get into your pants, or perhaps more accurately panties." She thought for a moment. "I have three matching teddy and panties sets that will be just perfect on you." She turned around excitedly and rummaged through a drawer pulling out several pastel colored lacey confections. She handed a set to each of three boys and ushered them each into a dressing room. Bobby stood motionless in the dressing room until he heard Tani prodding him from outside. He slowly took off his clothes and stood starring at the lacey pieces of clothing. "Hurry up darlings, Jake is already out and he looks just smashing." Bobby slipped on the panties. They were blue and lacey and worst of all they were a thong. He then slipped on the semi-sheer blue lacey teddy that ended just bellow his bottom. He wasn't sure if he wished there was a mirror in the dressing room or not. He did want to see how he looked, though, he was pretty sure if he did he would never be able to get himself to leave the safety of the dressing room. Slowly he emerged to see Nick and Jake standing in provocative ensembles. Before Bobby could wrap his head around the fact that he must look as scandalous in his outfit as Nick and Jake looked in theirs, Tani had pushed the boys into the bar and locked the door behind her. There was no going back. The three boys headed to the bar to do what they came for. Bobby didn't notice the many sets of eyes that followed him on his path. The boys sat at the bar. Jake ordered them drinks, as Nick and Bobby had no idea what to order. The bartender returned taking $12 from each boy plus tip for the drinks. "You boys are too cute to be paying for your own drinks. Those men over in the corner haven't taken their eyes off you since you sat down. I bet they would be happy to buy you your next one and trust me you can just tell by looking at them that they are big spenders." Bobby looked over in the corner at the secluded booth. There sat three men who were much older than Bobby, looking to be in their early forties. They were muscular, manly, black, and were wearing what looked like expensive suits. One of the men caught Bobby starring at them and winked. Bobby blushed and quickly turned away. Bobby and Nick were not comfortable at first with the idea of getting men to buy them drinks. But the drinks were expensive and they couldn't really afford to continue to buy them. After some prodding Jake convinced them to let the men buy them drinks. Finally, Jake took the lead and led them over to the men in the corner. "Hey sexy," said one of the men pulling Jake into his lap the other men followed suit and soon Bobby and Nick found themselves each sitting in a man's lap. The men introduced themselves. Bobby was in Paul's lap, Nick was in Jerome's, and Jake was in Jamal's. The men ordered the boys another round of drinks and before Bobby even knew it he seemed to be nursing on his second beverage. The more he drank the more he understood why people liked to drink. He felt more relaxed, more at ease with himself, everything seemed funnier...it was nice. Paul was clearly flirting with him and though he was not at all interested it wasn't the worst thing in the world for someone to be interested in him. He had never really had anyone think he was sexy before and it was nice for someone to feel that way about him, even if that person was a man. A compliment was a compliment, right? As the drinks kept flowing and the night wore on Paul's flirtations grew. Suddenly the older man's lips were on his and he was being kissed. Paul's firm grip on him meant Bobby couldn't pull away even if he wanted to. But Bobby wasn't sure he did want to. It seemed incredibly embarrassing that he got his first kiss from a older black man but at this point that was an unchangeable fact, and besides drinking if all went well he would hope kissing would also be a part of the upcoming party. At least this was practice and would let him know what to do. Though, a small part of him was saying that this was very much a man's kiss, no woman would kiss him with such possessive dominance. Paul's hands wandered down to Bobby's ass and kneaded as the kiss continued. Then the kiss was over and Bobby was left panting, breathless, and embarrassingly a little hard. He looked over and it seemed Nick and Jake had suffered a similar fate. The night continued and Paul kept telling Bobby how sexy he thought he was. It seemed all the things he hated about himself, his short stature, thin frame, and feminine features, were the things that Paul found so desirable. Though, Paul did seem fixed on Bobby's behind, which if Paul was to be believed, was especially round, firm, shapely, and appealing. Before Bobby knew it he was being drawn into another kiss, though this one was longer, wetter, and deeper, and if possible, more dominant and possessive. Once again Paul's hands sneaked down to Bobby's behind, but this time one finger pulled the back part of his thong aside while another slipped between Bobby's cheeks and began stroking his puckered rosette. This strange feeling on such a private part of Bobby's physique caused Bobby to jump, and if Paul hadn't had a strong hold on Bobby, Bobby would have jumped right out of his lap. Paul removed his finger and Bobby breathed a sigh of relief believing his reaction had stopped Paul from continuing, but he was wrong. A moment later Paul's finger returned this time wet and slick and began to slowly slip into Bobby's ass. Bobby squirmed trying to escape the finger but Paul was too strong and persistent. He couldn't protest because Paul's tongue was deep in his mouth. The stretching of his hole hurt slightly and was embarrassing, but there was nothing Bobby could do about it, and it seemed that Paul did not notice or did not care about Bobby's struggles. The finger continued burrowing in and soon the whole finger was inside Bobby. The finger felt so big inside Bobby, and for a few moments it just sat there unmoving. Then it started to move. At first it didn't feel like much to Bobby, just strange. It didn't hurt anymore but all of a sudden it hit something, something that felt so good Bobby moaned into Paul's mouth and once again almost unseated himself from Paul's lap. Bobby felt an answering chuckle in his mouth. Paul continued to finger him seeming to hit that spot with every thrust. It felt oh so good to Bobby. Each time felt better and better. Bobby was gasping into the kiss, his penis was hard as a rock, and without intending to he could feel his ass slowing moving back to fuck itself on Paul's finger. Bobby couldn't think straight it felt so good, and before he knew it his head fell back, he let out a long moan, and came hard into his panties. After a few moments Bobby recovered and looked over at both of his friends similarly engaged with their men. Bobby's face was bright red and was glad his friends had not seen how much he was enjoying himself. It was good Bobby didn't turn around because he would have seen the group of men behind him who were clearly enjoying the show. "You're such a little slut," Paul whispered into Bobby's ear and if possible Bobby blushed even more. "Look you're so wet from my finger in your pussy." Bobby looked down and could see a tell tale wet spot at the front of his panties. "When you stand up everyone is going to see that you jizzed yourself from being played with by a big black man." Bobby didn't know what to do. He didn't want everyone to know that he liked being played with by a man. "Why don't you come upstairs with me? Maybe I can find something for you to change into. You can tell your friends you need to use the bathroom." Without even thinking Bobby agreed. His friends seemed to buy the story and decided to join them upstairs. Bobby was thankful that Paul walked upstairs with him in a way so that no one could see his incriminating spot. Bobby in the Bar Ch. 02 As soon as they got into the room Bobby was immediately pulled down onto Paul's lap as Paul sat down on a big bed in the center of the room. Nick was also pulled down onto the bed and Jake was pulled into a chair. Once again Paul's lips were on Bobby's and Bobby shivered as he felt Paul's big hands sneak up and under his teddy. When Paul's hands reached Bobby's nipples he gave them a little tweak before breaking the kiss to lift Bobby's teddy over his head. Paul unceremoniously tossed Bobby's teddy across the room, pushed Bobby down on the bed, and moved on top of him. With one hand he gently tweaked Bobby's nipple as he feasted on the other one with his mouth. Bobby was beginning to get scared. Things were happening too quickly. He was doing things he never should have done. Never wanted to do. 18 year old Bobby never imagined he would go farther with a man than he ever had been with a woman. But oh he felt so good and his friends were doing it too. "You have great tits," said Paul. Bobby was confused. "But I'm a boy." "These are no boy's tits." Paul continued to play with Bobby's nipples making them red, wet, and stiff. Bobby couldn't help but let out the occasional moan. Suddenly the nipple play stopped and before Bobby realized what was happening his panties had been torn off and thrown across the room. "Paul!" squeaked Bobby nervously. He was naked in a bed with another man. What was happening? "Don't worry baby I'm just going to finger you. You liked when I fingered you before." Bobby tried to think of something to get out of it but he had liked being fingered before and Paul being so much bigger than him it wasn't like he could go anywhere without his consent. He would just let Paul finger him once more, cum, and then he would leave. Once again Paul slipped a finger inside Bobby. "You're so tight and moist." Bobby blushed; he wished Paul wouldn't say those kinds of things to him but, oh, oh Paul's finger felt so good as it pushed deep inside him. Suddenly Bobby felt a small pang and a stretch as Paul slipped another finger in beside the first. Bobby let out a little moan of pain. "Don't worry you'll get used to it before you know it. Plus thicker is always better for a little faggot like you." "I'm not a faggot," said Bobby trying to push Paul off him, but it was like pushing against a brick wall. Paul chuckled. "I'm sorry I called you a faggot baby." Bobby relaxed again. He might as well enjoy the sensations that were now once again becoming pleasurable since it seemed like he wasn't going anywhere. Paul continued to plunge his fingers into Bobby as Bobby panted in pleasure. "You like that sweetie?" Bobby blushed but had to admit he did indeed like it. "You'll like this even better than." Paul began scissoring his fingers before slipping in a third. "Too much! Please stop." "No baby I have to stretch you. Get you wet. Make you ready." "Ready for what?" "For fucking." Bobby began struggling harder than he ever struggled before but Paul didn't move an inch. "No...please no. I don't want to be fucked." Paul laughed. "Yeah right. You let a man buy you drinks all night long, flirt with him, go up with him to his room, let him lubricate and stretch you, but no you don't want him to fuck you." "I don't. I'm sorry if I led you on. Please I'm not gay." "You were in a gay bar." "I just wanted to drink. I'm not gay. Please." Paul stopped his fingering but only to take out his large erection. Bobby looked down at it; it was long, thick, and black with a large head shinny from pre-cum. Paul rubbed his cockhead along Bobby's small erection. Bobby couldn't prevent his penis jerking in excitement from the sensation. "See Bobby this is a man's dick. You only have a little faggot's dick, you will never pleasure someone with your little cock, but you are lucky you have a sweet ass that can pleasure a cock and I have a big fuckstick that can pleasure you." Paul began to gently rub his penis on Bobby's hole. Bobby began to cry. "Please. Please no. I'm a virgin. I'm only 18." "You don't think I know that sweetheart. Of course I do. I wouldn't spend so much time or money on all those drinks if you weren't something special, a young sexy little virgin for me to fuck. Now stop those tears it's going to happen. You're about to lose you're little cherry to me. You should be excited you will no longer be a virgin." "Please no. I don't want to lose my virginity to you. I want to lose it to a girl." Bobby could feel Paul's cock rubbing at his hole it was so big, so thick. "Well baby that's not going to happen. You're going to be fucked; I'm going to take your virginity, your ass, and you're manhood. Make you a faggot. You can never be a real man once you know what it feels like to take a cock in your ass. Now just relax it's going to happen. It will hurt; it always hurts when a cherry's busted but don't you worry you are going to love it too." Bobby screamed as Paul plowed his cock into his ass. With one good shove it slipped past his sphincter. "Oh no, I have cock in me!" Bobby cried out. "Oh baby, you're so tight." It hurt so much. Paul continued to push into Bobby. In-out in-out a few times and soon Bobby had taken Paul's cock to the root. Tears poured from Bobby's eyes. "Shhh. Shhh. Stop your tears it's over. You are no longer a virgin. No more fighting, now there's nothing left to do but to just lay back and love it." The only consolidation, which was a small one at best, was Bobby knew he wouldn't love it. It hurt. Hurt too much to ever feel good. Paul rested his cock inside Bobby for a few moments and then began to slowly pull his cock in and out of Bobby. It started to hurt less and Bobby appreciated the relief from the pain. Then suddenly a moan erupted from Bobby's lips; the pleasure was so intense that Bobby couldn't stop himself. Paul's cock had hit that thing inside him that felt so good when his finger touched it but it was so much better with a cock. "I told you you would love it," Paul said to Bobby. "I'm the cockmaster," he then yelled over to Jerome. "Just because yours is a bigger cock slut than mine doesn't mean your any better of a fucker." Jerome's voice pulled Bobby out of the bit of stupor he had been in. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Jerome fucking Nick. Nick didn't seem to be enjoying it at all. Bobby felt himself crying again his face turning oh so red. He was being fucked by a man and he liked it. Nick knew he liked it. Jerome said he was a cock slut. What was wrong with him? How could he like being raped by a man? Bobby couldn't help it he moaned again. "I told you you would love it baby," Paul said, "I didn't take more than 30 seconds of my big dick in your ass to make you a little cock loving faggot." "No—oooh, oh god," moaned Bobby loving the sensations but hating Paul's words. "Look down sweetie." Bobby did. He could see his cock rock hard his hips fucking back on a giant cock that looked so black between his milky white thighs. Bobby moaned in shame and pleasure. The shame seeming to lead to pleasure and the pleasure seeming to lead to shame all so mixed up in poor Bobby's head. "Fuck me. Oh god! Oooh, oh god! I'm a slut! God! Oh!" Bobby realized he was shouting something out aloud but he was too caught up in pleasure to catch his own words. "Oh baby you feel so good!" Paul's cock was so long and thick and hard in Bobby. He was so stretched. He could feel the brush of Jerome's hair on his sensitive hole, Paul's big muscular body overlaying his own. All these sensations added to the pleasure of Paul's cock thrusting in his ass. "Fuck. Oh fuck. Yes. Just there. Oh!" "You're going to come soon, all over yourself little Bobby. It will prove you are a faggot and loved to be fucked." "Oh no." "If you don't love being fucked all you have to do is not come." "Ohh! Ok." Bobby tried he really did but with all the wonderful sensations he couldn't stop himself. Two more thrusts and Bobby was cumming. Spewing all over his and Paul's stomach. "You came! I knew you loved it." "Oh, no." Bobby's coming had made his ass clench deliciously onto Paul's cock and soon he was shooting his own release deep into Bobby. "Don't come in me!" "Take it all faggot!" "Oh you're coming in me!" The feel of a man coming in Bobby was so dirty he couldn't help it he felt his cock start spewing again. * Don't worry readers there's more to come. Bobby in the Bar Ch. 03 Bobby felt Paul pull out of his passage followed by a trickle of Paul's semen. Bobby just lay there frozen. He felt sated but as the afterglow faded he felt so dirty. Paul stayed on top of him playing with his nipple. "Thanks baby that was so hot." He heard some moans and cries as Nick and Jerome finished up. It seemed that much like Bobby Nick had succumbed to the power of man sex. Paul got off of Bobby and before Bobby could get himself together enough to get off the bed he felt another body settle itself on top of him. It was Jerome. Jerome leaned down and kissed Bobby. Bobby tried to pull back but much like Paul it seemed Jerome could do whatever he wanted to him. "God you're sexy. Those sounds you made when you were getting fucked drove me out of my mind." "Please I just want to go home." "No you don't. Now that you're not a virgin you have to learn to be the next best thing, a faggot slut." "I don't want to be a faggot slut." "Sure you do. That's what you said about being fucked and you loved it." "I didn't love it!" "Didn't you come, twice even?" "Yes." "That means you loved it. It's okay there's plenty of more cock coming you're way." Bobby shivered. "Don't worry I won't fuck you until you beg for it." "I'll never beg for it. I don't like cock. I am not gay." Bobby began to cry. Jerome leaned down brushing away Bobby's tears and kissing his cheeks gently. Then Jerome moved in to give Bobby a soft but passionate kiss. Bobby couldn't help but be drawn in. He tilted his head up and wrapped his arms around Jerome's neck. Jerome ran his hands up and down Bobby's sides. It made Bobby tingle. Jerome kissed his way down Bobby until he reached Bobby's nipples and began moving from one to other providing plenty of oral attention. Bobby could feel his nipples hardening and that tingling sensation running through him again. "Oh." "You are wonderfully sensitive." Jerome kissed his way down Bobby till he reached Bobby's cock. He breathed on Bobby's cock and the warm air made it twitch just a little bit. He pushed Bobby's legs up so they were bent at the knees and spread them apart opening Bobby's hole up to the air. Jerome blew on Bobby's hole and Bobby felt it twitch. Jerome slid up Bobby again and once again began to suck and nibble on Bobby's sensitive nipples. This time Bobby could feel Jerome's penis erotically knocking on his entrance. This sent Bobby's hole it to an embarrassing set of twitches. "Oh." Jerome slipped his finger in Bobby's mouth and before Bobby realized what he was doing he was sucking on it. After it was nice and moist Jerome slipped it out of Bobby's mouth, kissed Bobby on the mouth, and proceeded to kiss his way back down Bobby's body. Jerome began to circle his finger around Bobby's hole not entering just circling and circling. "God," said Bobby. It was making him so twitchy. So confused. It was almost like he wanted something to slip inside him. Bobby couldn't help himself his hips pushed up and succeeded in pushing Jerome's finger a little bit into his ass. Jerome slipped his finger the rest of the way in. Bobby moaned and Jerome pulled his finger back out and went back to circling. "If you want me to finger you Bobby all you have to do is ask." Could Bobby asked to be fingered? It seemed so incredibly shameful. But he needed it. "Oh God!" He needed something. "Please." "Please what?" "Please do it." "Do what?" "I can't." "You have to say what you want." "Oh...Can you finger me?" Just as the word me left Bobby's lips Jerome's finger was plunging into his ass. The instant pleasure he felt just from that seemed to almost wash away the shame. Two more fingers quickly followed the first and this time Bobby felt no pain only pleasure. Jerome fingered Bobby so well he couldn't stop himself from panting. He through his head back on the bed, sucking on his fist to keep himself quiet. Then he felt it, that feeling he was going to come again. Just as he was about to Jerome pulled out. It took a few moments for Bobby to regain his senses. Then he looked down at Jerome wondering why the man would stop him from feeling those wonderful feelings coursing through his body. "If you want to come it will have to be on my cock." "I don't want to be fucked again." "Alright." Jerome began to lift himself off the bed. "Oh please finger me again." Jerome re-lubed his fingers and stuck them back into Bobby. Once again Jerome brought Bobby to the precipice before pulling out. "Please." "I did what you asked Bobby." "I want to come." "So do I. All you have to do is asked to be fucked and I will make you come so hard." Bobby felt himself almost consider it. He did want to come and Jerome did seem to do amazing things to his body. But he couldn't. Straight boys did not ask men to fuck them. While Bobby was thinking Jerome blew on Bobby's hole and then licked a quick circle around Bobby's rim. "Oh my God!" Bobby yelled. Jerome's tongue felt unbelievable. Jerome thrust just the tip of his tongue twice into Bobby's hole and Bobby was a shivering panting mess. He couldn't think. He had to come. "Oh fuck me!" Jerome didn't waste any time he plunged his cock into Bobby's as. Bobby was stretched and moist from his previous fucking and subsequent fingering so Jerome's cock slipped in with much less pain than his first fuck. Bobby did not like the idea that his body was becoming accustomed to being on the receiving end of a large dick. Only three thrusts later Bobby let out a series of moans and came all over his and Jerome's chests. "Oh yeah, milk my cock." Bobby may have come but Jerome was still going strong. As Bobby had come he regained some of his senses he concentrate somewhat on his reality. He was being fucked, being fucked because he asked to be. Bur Bobby wasn't focusing on his humiliation for long, a few more thrusts and once again Bobby was lost in the fuck, letting out a litany of moans and pleas and fucking back on Jerome's cock. For his part was Jerome was giving as good as he got thrusting and grinding into to Bobby over and over, harder and harder. Bobby was out of his mind in pleasure. It felt like bolts of lighting were running through him, in his cock in his ass. Time felt like it was speeding up faster and faster. Soon Jerome was bringing Bobby over the edge again and both participants were cumming hard. * Thanks for all the great comments! Keep 'em coming. Bobby in the Bar Ch. 04 Once again Bobby's afterglow faded and finally he was able to make himself sit-up. Still Bobby was somewhat dazed. As his sense of reality somewhat came back to him he noticed something odd, "Where's Jake?" "You just noticed," said Jerome with a deep chuckle. "He's been gone for ages, but I guess you have been a little distracted." For a second Bobby felt himself panicking. What could happen to Jake all alone by himself with an older man? Bobby then realized that much of what he was worrying might have happened to Jake had just happened to him. "Come on, I'll take you to where he is," said Jerome offering a hand to Bobby to help lift himself off the bed. Bobby looked back at Nick. "Don't worry little Nicky will come too." Bobby looked around for his clothes. "Don't worry you look scrumptious just as you are." "But I'm naked!" "I know and covered in cum. Just how the man we are going to see likes his boys." Before Bobby realized what was happening he was being pulled down the hall into another room. The room was a luxurious office full of mahogany and leather. At a large desk sat an older man and perched on the corner of the desk was Jake still dressed in the teddy and panties he had come upstairs with. The man walked over to Bobby and Nick and Bobby attempted to hide his nakedness. Bobby wanted to cry rape but he could tell from the way the man was looking at him that he probably wasn't an ally. "You boys look fantastic," said the man. "So well used." He moved closer to Bobby. "Your lips all red and swollen from kisses," he said as he ran his fingers across Bobby's lips. Jerome held on to Bobby's arms firmly to prevent him from moving or from covering himself. Who was this man, thought Bobby, touching him like he owned him? "Your nipples red and swollen too," he said as he caressed and plucked Bobby's nipples as they continued to harden, as did, embarrassingly, Bobby's penis. "Your stomach covered with the evidence of your pleasure at being used by men," as he ran his hand along Bobby's stomach stopping just before he reached Bobby's penis. "And your excitement continues," he stroked Bobby's partially hard cock. Bobby let out a small moan. The man walked around behind Bobby. "And this is the best part," he said just starring at Bobby for a moment. Then he continued, "Two different men's cum running down your thighs," he said running his hands up the inside of Bobby's thighs. Bobby trembled his face so red. He then separated Bobby's ass cheeks. "A well used hole." He slipped a finger inside Bobby. Your asshole is no longer the pretty neat pink virgin hole it was earlier today now it's so red, darkened, swollen, and tender like an overripe fruit. "You should thank Paul and Jerome for fucking you a pussy back here." "What?!" said Bobby shuddering. "What is a pussy?" The question seemed to be rhetorical as the man continued, "A hole for cocks, and that's what this is. "And to think just a few hours ago you were a virgin who considered himself straight." "I am straight! These men raped me! How do you know that about me?" "First of all, rape is such a nasty word. Little boys, particularly straight ones, don't come, what was it, five times, from a rape. Secondly, your little body tells me everything I need to know, but of course there is more. So thirdly, why don't you two have a seat," he said gesturing to Bobby and Nick. Neither boy moved. The man picked up two butt plugs from his desk and handed one to Jerome and one to Paul. "We don't want to get too much cum on the furniture." Jerome inserted the plug into Bobby and Paul inserted one into Nick. Both boys let out little grunts. Jerome and Paul led the boys over to two chairs in front of the man's desk. Jerome and Paul sat down on the chairs and each pulled one of the boys into their laps. The boys grunted again as this pushed the plugs even deeper into their asses. The man sat back down at his desk. "First of all I should tell you I am the owner of this club. You may call be Mr. Von Steuben. In this club I encourage the coupling of younger boys and older men. I have owned this club for fifteen years now and quite early on I found that many men, particularly more wealthy and distinguished ones, did not enjoy having to meet boys in the bar scene. Some were too busy, some worried that they might be seen by the wrong people, they didn't meet the boys they liked, and many did not like the rejection and effort it took to take a boy to bed. They were used to getting what they wanted when they wanted it. I saw a need and decided to create an exclusive service for my elite customers. Now I won't get into the details with you now but to suffice it to say this service provides these men what they want when they want it. Jerome and Paul here are two of my clients. I met with them discussing their likes, dislikes, and fantasies. Unlike many of my clients they enjoy the art of seduction but they wanted to ensure the right type of boy was there for them to seduce: white, young, petite, pretty, effeminate, shy, completely virginal and inexperienced. They also wanted the type of boy that would never come wander into this club on his own accord, a boy who believed he was straight and had no desire to have sex with a man. In other words, a boy just like you two. I have a long-standing relationship with the head of residences at your college; he is a client and often procures boys for me. Thanks to him I was able to peruse the files of incoming freshman and find you too. He is also set up one of my boys, Jake here, as your roommate. Jake than expertly convinced you to go along with each step of the evening, and here we are." "What you did to us was wrong," shouted Bobby, "when I leave here I am going to the police!" "Now you may just do that and I will not stop you, but before you make any rash decisions I wanted to lay out the consequences that will go with your choices. First of all, this entire establishment is outfitted with cameras and I have filmed every moment of your boys' evening. Every moan, every plea, every cum caught on tape. Anyone who saw it would know how much you enjoyed everything that happened to you this evening. Now here are your options. Option number 1 you do just as you said, you leave here and go to the police. I post the video of you on the Internet. Now trust me a video of young effeminate virgin boys being taken against their will by two older black men but loving every dirty second of it will be very popular. Men will download it; watch it again and again as they jack off. Share it. Even if it's taken down it will keep popping up. It will be viral and once a video goes viral, it will, just like the virus it is named after, it continue to spread. Men will watch it for years to come. Now we will of course then be taken to court and I have a team of top lawyers to defend us. I will claim that you boys agreed to film a porn movie for me, I even have signed consent forms for you." He pulled out forms with the boys' signatures. "My friend inserted these into your move in packets." I will convince the jury that you just got cold feet after the video was posted. I will even has Jake here as a witness. I will probably win and all you will be left with is embarrassment. Either way I will ensure that the trial is very public. What will your defense be? You agreed to go to a gay bar and stood in the line for bottoms." He pulled out of a remote and began to play clips from the evening of what he was describing on a nearby flat screen TV. "Dressed in lingerie, let big older black men buy you drinks. Sat on their laps flirting with them. Let them kiss, touch, and finger you in public, as other men in the bar looked on touching themselves. Bobby you even came from a man's finger in your ass. Still did you leave? No you asked the man to take you up to his room, went on his bed and let him strip you naked and continue to play with and finger you. The first sign of struggle was only when he took out his cock to fuck you, but a few seconds in you were loving that too. Now Nicky it might have taken you a little longer to get into it, but into you did. Bobby, then you have a second man on top of you, once again you resist for a few minutes, but this time you beg him to fuck you, cumming twice. And Nicky no resistance this time just pure joy. Even if the jury somehow believes that this is rape, what will your parents think, especially your fathers when they see that video? Isn't your father a minister Bobby? Now option number two you leave here go back to your dorm and try to forget his ever happened. I will still post the video online. You will find yourself walking down the street men leering at you and you will know they have seen your video. You might even find yourself pulled into an alleyway and taken by a man who knows you like it forced. You may find that in your first job your boss only hires you because he wants to fuck your little ass or conversely fires you after he finds out you were making gay porn in your college days. Perhaps your parents will still find out." Bobby and Nick began to cry. There was no way out. "But don't despair boys you still have a third option. In this option the video will not be posted on the Internet; I will keep it for my personal use and only show it to select clients. In exchange for my great generosity you will come and work for me until you graduate from college. You will pleasure my clients and I will even give you part of the profits you make. You boys are both very talented and enjoy it so it should be no real hardship for you. You will only have to work three days a week so you will be able to keep up with your studies. When you graduate it will just be a distant memory and your life will go on with your reputation untarnished. I will give you the until tomorrow afternoon to think it over but before I let you go I need to take care of just one thing." Mr. Von Steuben stood up and unzipped his fly pulling out a sizable erection. "I have been watching you on the video cameras this entire evening and you boys have made me so hard, especially you little Bobby. Since it's your fault you will have to satisfy my erection." Bobby tried to squirm out of Jerome's grasp; he did not want to be fucked again, but Jerome was much too strong for him. Jerome stood up and carried Bobby behind the desk and pushed his chest down onto the surface, knocking the wind out of Bobby. Jerome went back to his seat and Mr. Von Steuben replaced him behind Bobby, keeping Bobby pressed to the desk and spreading his legs. Mr. Von Steuben slid his hand possessively up the back of Bobby's thigh producing an involuntary gasp from Bobby. He then moved his hand down between the boy's thighs cupping his balls and squeezing. "Don't," said Bobby as he tried to press his legs together. Bobby closed his eyes and pressed his face into the desk, he couldn't bear to look at Jerome, Paul, Jake, and worst of all Nick watching him being taken. He felt even more ashamed as once again his cock began to swell with arousal. Von Steuben moved between Bobby's legs and Bobby whimpered as his legs were spread back apart. Von Steuben removed Bobby's plug and began to run his finger down Bobby's crease. "So warm you want to be filled." "No!" "Yes, you want me to finger you, you want me to fuck you while you beg for me to stop." "God," said Bobby as his hips against his will mashed into the side of the desk bringing both pleasure and pain. Bobby was completely ashamed at how aroused he was. Von Steuben leaned over Bobby grasping his wrists and brining them over his head. He then leaned down to whisper in Bobby's ear. "I'm going to tease you with my fingers. They're nice and thick and I know how you like it thick. Bobby shook his head and let out a weak sound of protest. "Yes you do. Soon you'll be begging for more. You'll love my thick cock, you'll love it opening you, filling you, breeding you." Bobby gasped and felt his erection throb. What was wrong with him? Why was this so exciting? This was so wrong. Strong hands gripped his cheeks and then slowly parted them. He felt Mr. Von Steuben blow against his newly exposed entrance and he blushed as he felt it twitch in response. He could hear Mr. Von Steuben chuckle behind him. "I think you want me to keep going," said Von Steuben as he coated his finger in lubricant. "N-no. Don't. I don't want you to." He brought his finger to the boy's quivering hole. He teasingly rubbed it along the rim and was met with a shuddering whimper from Bobby. "Oooh, don't." He slipped his finger inside thrusting shallowly. Bobby no longer had the ability to form words and was instead reduced to whimpering, rutting, and spreading his thighs wide. Von Steuben added another finger, jabbed a few more times before withdrawing both fingers and slathering his erection with lubricant. He grabbed Bobby's hip with one hand, guiding his cock to tease against Bobby's hole. "You want this?" "Ahh—no. No." Von Steuben surged forward entering Bobby. "Take it. Open for me." He began with slow thrusts quickly moving to fast jabs taking pleasure in Bobby's choked whimpers. Soon he was fully impaling Bobby, withdrawing completely with each thrust. Bobby had stopped resisting, simply breathing harshly and whimpering every few thrusts adding to the sounds of slapping flesh and creaking wood. Bobby whined beneath him feeling himself shoving himself back on Mr. Von Steuben's cock completely against his will, once again lost in the fuck. "Cum for me Bobby show me how much you liked to be fucked." Bobby cried out in shame and once again felt himself cumming, causing Von Steuben to come as well. Bobby moaned as he felt Mr. Von Steuben's cock pull out of him. His used hole twitched at the sudden absence and he flushed as he felt cum dribble out of him. He was incredibly sweating, messy, and exhausted not to mention sore everywhere. "Three men in one night Bobby. Tut tut aren't you becoming quite the slut." He heard Jerome and Paul begin to clap and whoop in enthusiasm. All the horror and embarrassment of the evening washed over Bobby and he began to sob. Thanks for the comments so far! Keep them coming!